A little girl around four or five years old, with a tender and delicate white face, was frozen to a bluish purple shade. She huddled beside Madam Wenren, crying that she was hungry and wanted to eat pastries.
"Wu'er, be good. Rest for a while; you won't feel hungry if you fall asleep." Madam Wenren hugged the little girl and cried.
The daughters and daughters-in-law around her also shed tears.
Jiang Ning said, "How can she fall asleep if she's hungry?"
The people in the cell were startled and looked at her.
"You... Jiang Ning?" Madam Wenren was shocked.
The sisters also called out, "It's Jiang Family's Seventh Sister!"
Jiang Ning wheeled her chair over and took off her purse, handing it to them. "There are some fruits in here. Give the child a bite first. I'll find a way to bring some more food later."